Pamplemousse

The sun looked like a
Grapefruit today
Sliced open cut
Down the middle
Left for everyone to
Devour with their eyes

What we think we want
And what we actually want
Are two very different things
A heart cut open
Halfway down the dent
Curiously askance

A panic attack is
Far more dangerous
Than the fire itself
Do you know how to
Calm yourself down?
Do you know how to
Start a fire with
Absolutely nothing?

How many more times
To wake up wondering
How many days until
A return

Only wanting to
Feel yourself wanting

Too many pieces to count
Too many memories

© GÄ

Not the Same

Conjecture
Why doesn’t it feel like love
Not the same as making way
For someone whom you love
I’m stuck asking for
Too much and speaking of
Not enough love
Not much room left on this turf
Problematics 101
Maybe the job is done
Even for a best friend
It’s not the first time
I have felt this way
It’s not the first time
A friend has had to say
Goodbye
Able to be there
Why would I chase a friend
If they love you
They are there no matter what
You feel secure they recite that
If I ever felt that I was in your way
Taking up space
Rewrite that the dismay
Yes it’s unbelievable how
Someone can simply not know you
Understand you
See your blank space
Avoid you and your heart space
Even when you tell them
Everything
I have been fighting for
Your attention for twenty years
Of my life
I don’t have it in me
Anymore
The teeth of my life are falling out
I can feel myself deteriorating
I can feel my heart
Slowing down
I’ll get a few things
In order let the clock go ‘round
Guarding leftover happiness
Ugly things
That are bothering me
Move them
Out of the way
Before I truly know
How bad everything
Presumably is
Before it all spills out
Before it all falls apart

© GÄ

How ‘Bout Mars

Too much information
Am I
Too much contemplation
Do I
Speak too much when
Quiet time is quite enough
No one for me
No pity
Just can’t see ahead
Far enough
Far enough to see
No pity
No one here for me
Lots of speaking
Too much thinking
Wish the corners of your mouth
Would curl up somewhere
Next to me
I’ll be quiet now
There is
Too much information
Am I
Too much contemplation
Do I
Speak too much when
Quiet time is quite enough
You say maybe someone
Maybe no one is
Left standing on
This terrain for me
So how ‘bout Mars

© GÄ